Slow, low, on the go….
Can’t catch a breath, could
bleed to death….
Veins locked, balloon mocks….
Bruised, snoozed, i need some
clues…..
Can’t go deep, no need to weep,
trying to play for keeps in my
heart….beats…..
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*Street art i found on Pinterest
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During the days in which I choose to conform, I do so with a specific feeling in mind that I want to achieve. A sort of climax that I aim to reach. A feeling effortlessly maintained between the ages of 6-9 and again between the ages of 13-15, when being a girl was simply one of the numerous ways of being.
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